|Posted on February 16, 2014 at 9:20 AM|
I pity people with pain,
They sob, they cry, they complain.
You don’t see smile on their face,
They feel themselves in prison,
With no peace, no hope, no joy.
I am friendly with my pain,
The one visits, sometimes dwells
With me almost every day.
I don’t share it with neighbor,
Nor proclaim it to the world,
It is my pain, not their own,
They have their own, if I could,
Carry all pains of the world
In my compassionate soul,
And let the world be happy,
With no burden of its own.
I can bear all; I am friendly with my pain.
For as the Apostle says:
When I am weak, I am strong.